5 Why should you be beaten more, That you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint.
6 From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: Wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.
7 Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, And it is desolate, As overthrown by strangers.
8 The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a hut in a field of melons, Like a besieged city.
9 Unless Yahweh of hosts had left to us a very small remnant, We would have been as Sodom; We would have been like Gomorrah.
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